Poetry Article: Melting desire

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posted by irena83

Where is the hope
wewe used to keep
inside,
where is the light
that used to lead you
through life?
Why is all gone?
Why is all black to you?

In living with a fear
of possibilities,
that are so dark,
wewe can not even
recognize the light.

My eyes,
now full of fear,
inability,
dreads.

I can not just stand,
i can not just watch!
It tears my heart,
it ruins my peace.

wewe watch that pill
like a salvation,
wewe think your pain
will go away.

Oh i can not watch it!
I can not accept it!

Your will is melting
in your mouth,
wewe think your pain will go away,
just like that,
just like that.

wewe believe that's the cure,
wewe think that's the key,
melting desire that
will take wewe far away,
so far,far away from me.

Can wewe see me shaking,
can wewe see me crying?

Take my hand,
i'll do my best
to save you,
i'll do my best
to understand you.

Running from your truth
won't lead wewe anywhere,
melting desire
will melt your will.

So hear me now
and open your eyes.
I'm still here,
oh i'm always here,
just to save you,
so wake up honey,
i'm always there for you.

elizasmomma, boollee79 and 10 others like this

uniquezandy woh so deep.

irena83 thank you. :) ♥

Vixie79 Wow, really, really involved this poem is. I love it so much. I also love the title too. This verse caught me for some reason. It's just really inventive. "You watch that pill like a salvation, you you think your pain will go away."

clanbillr Melting desire, is an awesome poem and it really hits home with me!!! I had a girl that was a friend in Jr high school!! We warned her not to go out with this senior in high school because we thought he was just seeing her to do bad things too. We were just to right!!! She ended being so depressed after he took what he wanted and left. She tried to use pills to kill herself. A long story short we found her. She ended in a sanitarium. Were she was just a shell of a person. She didn't look or even talk when we visited her. She just seemed to just disappear and pass away after four years there!!! I still have a locket of her hair in my keepsake box!!!

irena83 Thank you Tammie. Love you.

irena83 Oh i'm so sorry for what happened to that girl. :(

booklover13 this is so deep and down to earth...its one of those real life situations we try to ignore but know are there, and it hurts when it happens to someone we love :(

irena83 Yeah.. :(

gymnastlover very good dear

irena83 Thank you.

Dwolf247 LOVE IT ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

irena83 Thanks sweetie. ♥ ♥ ♥

invaderzimemo this is my poem love always comes with a catch my catch is a vampire

juicyjossy9 If there ever were power to be harnessed from words, you have certainly done so and used it on me. I am truly undermined by what I just read. A friend of mine died in my arms 14 years ago after letting himself die after being left alone by the love of his life to die away from him from AIDS. They both passed away heartbroken one month from each other. The beauty of their love never left their hearts as they saved it as wholly genuine as it always was to share it again in heaven. --- Thanks a million for posting this. It is another one I will keep in my "Treasures" book. jj9

irena83 Os sweetie,i'm so sorry! I can describe it with words. :( But i'm glad that you find some kind of comfort in this.

Lovetreehill Love it as always :)

irena83 Thank you hun. ♥ ♥ ♥

reneemonique 'Melting desire' - The truth is in the title. Great words!!. Ok,i have to admit. For the first time in my life i don't know what to say. I'm taken a-back by this. 'In living with a fear of possibilities, that are so dark, you can not even recognize the light.' I have had to many sad experiences and stories to write down here,based on your poem Irena. So all i'm going to say is,I love it. Forever. ♥♥♥x♥♥♥

irena83 Thank you. :) ♥ ♥ ♥

darkkhorn19 I love your poems, they really speak to people, this one is great. :)

irena83 Aw thank you so much. :)

vagos no one is gonna lead me only Death

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Meditation kwa Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

Be quiet and zaidi discreet, O my Grief.
You cried out for the Evening; even now it falls:
A gloomy atmosphere envelops the city,
Bringing peace to some, anxiety to others.

While the vulgar herd of mortals, under the scourge
Of Pleasure, that merciless torturer,
Goes to gather remorse in the servile festival,
My Grief, give me your hand; come this way

Far from them. See the dead years in kikale, kale fashioned gowns
Lean over the balconies of heaven;
Smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;

The dying Sun fall asleep beneath an arch, and
Listen, darling, to the soft footfalls of the Night
That traits off...

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Nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright (Newspaper Interview)

posted by kevinbwright

kwa Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British Queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the Queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. kusoma the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...

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Poetry

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Friendship poem

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To a Madonna kwa Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where wewe shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a vazi, pazia in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...

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Friendship Poem

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Autumn Sonnet kwa Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the wanyama of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us upendo each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are wewe not, like me, an autumnal sun,...

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No matter what, I'll be there......

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Source: i wrote it.....

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Peace

added by moodystuff449

Source: I wrote this....Hope wewe like it!

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Poetry

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Confession kwa Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed kwa furtively,
With ears pricked up, au else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...

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Lenore kwa Edgar Allan Poe

posted by Lovetreehill

LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the kengele toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now au nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid jeneza, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...

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Landscape kwa Charles Baudelaire

posted by Lovetreehill

I would, to tunga my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me kwa the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...